My $tory Got $tories

[Intro]

Yeah

[Verse 1]

They wanna know if I'm her man or not (her man or not)

My mouth dropped when she came out the tanning spot (uh)

Her walk mean, eyes green like shamrocks (like shamrocks)

She loves shrimp fried rice and lamb chops (and lamb chops)

I'm from Plymouth Road, we send loads using centerfold (uh)

She just drove, she'll be home before her dinner cold (uh)

And back on the road when her dinner gone (when her diner gone)

Move in silence (move in silence)

Who wants the all-exclusive trip to Rikers Island? (uh)

I'm on idle pilot (idle)

Cause this type of pressure create diamonds

These ain't your average thoughts (uh)

My memory bank contain a vault (contain a vault)

I got twenty years in the trunk and ten in the front (ten in the front)

This the major leagues (major league)

It starts and ends with me like we spelling me (like we spelling me)

The shit that I do just to serve a fiend (to serve a fiend)

[Chorus]

My story's got stories

My story's got stories (my stories)

It's levels to this (yeah)

Fuck the world; I'll never get snipped (I'll never the [?])

You lie about your bezel, embellishing shit (uh)

'Till the metal hit your melon, cerebellum and shit (yeah)

[Verse 2]

My city full of grime and grit (uh)

Everything we had to grind to get

Live our life to the fullest, till it's time to split (it's time to split)

The dimes that's stick, they used to flip a n**** off (flip a n**** off)

Now they wanna suck a n**** dick when a n**** soft (when a n**** soft)

I'm on your A-list (on your A-list)

I'm on your bae list (on your bae list)

And her playlist (uh)

Smokin' that loud, Stephen A. Smith (Bruiser)

(Bruiser Brigade)